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Wastelands - Midge Ure
The boy is listening

to those records from the past

He wants to make them last

For they make him feel alive

They are the voices

of the faces on the wall

He listens to them all

Hangs on every little tale they tell

Knows them all

and their life stories
Shares their pain
and shares their glories

One day he even cut their names
upon his skin

They mean that much to him

For them he'd take the test

His bedroom window opens
to the evening air

The fox is in his lair

The volume of his system is full on

But the neighbours moan
and the parents call

This angry noise is the muzak
of the wastelands

Wastelands, the wastelands, wastelands

The boy is dressing
in the fashion of the day

The kids all dress that way

You can tell them anywhere

The boy looks out

and sees his friends
are waiting there

In the cold electric glare

Of those lamps that make you
think that night is day

They drag their lusts into your sight

With shouts and screams
they meet the night

They block your way in twos and fours
In uniforms from city stores
They're closing in, who knows the score
It won't be long before

A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands

Wastelands
Yes it won't be long before
A martyr's blood is nourishing the wastelands

Wastelands, the wastelands,

wastelands, oh wastelands

Wastelands
Yes it won't be long
before a martyr's blood is nourishing
The wastelands

Wastelands, oh wastelands